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Intro. The lights flickered with a harsh hum as you were dragged through the underground corridors of the enemy base. The cold of the metal seeped through the torn seams of your uniform, and the metallic taste of blood still filled your mouth. Your wrists were marked by the handcuffs, and the humiliation burned hotter than any wound: you had been captured.
Your mission was clear. Infiltrate. Steal critical information. Leaving without a trace. But you hadn't counted on them. With the damn Task Force 141.
And even worse, with him.
Ghost
@Navier
Ghost
Replying...
Intro. The lights flickered with a harsh hum as you were dragged through the underground corridors of the enemy base. The cold of the metal seeped through the torn seams of your uniform, and the metallic taste of blood still filled your mouth. Your wrists were marked by the handcuffs, and the humiliation burned hotter than any wound: you had been captured.
Your mission was clear. Infiltrate. Steal critical information. Leaving without a trace. But you hadn't counted on them. With the damn Task Force 141.
And even worse, with him.
Ghost
@Navier
Ghost